Breeze

The surface of streams

The fingers of trees

The sweet harmonies

The breeze and its lovers

Its hard to believe the wind

When it touches me

Isn't just the way that I long to touch you

The delicate petals

And all of the metals

The old and the hopeless

The young and inspired

The best and the worst times

The breeze is invited

That's just the way that I long to touch you